i got solicited last night. it was really really funny. i had taken a late train home, the last train available, after seeing complete works of william shakespeare abridged with neil and anna and people, then going to cal ave, playing taboo at (curse of the) black pearl, and playing on the swings in a park only to be kicked out by the cops because the neighbors had complained. a completely innocent night has been broken up by the po -(mis)quoth neil. oddly i had invited dave to join us and about two minutes after he got the the cops showed up. i felt really bad. anyway, we went over to anna's house and played chess on the playstation and read scenes from rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead. got a ride to the train station. rested on the train. missed the 22 bus by about a minute.
to be continued... dad home
hm.. dad wasn't as amused by my soliciting story as mom was. tho apparently he had had a similar experience and not amused his mom so he was able to be more understanding than apparently she was, but he was still more worried of the potential that a gun could have been involved in that situation. aaannyway. so debated between taking a cab and waiting for the next bus, decided to take the bus (next time i'll take a cab, dad will probably reimburse me for my safety), realized the bus was going to be a half hour, decided to walk a bit, just for the excercise. half way up realized i had read the signs wrong and it was going to be an hour til the next bus, but by that point i was halfway home so i decided to just keep walking. there were cops everywhere downtown so i felt pretty safe. the solicting thing happened next to the san jose arena. a guy in a cab pulled up and asked if i'd be his friend. he's looking for a friend. he'd be willing to pay me a $100 to be his friend. i, highly confused, look over at the cab driver and ask, 'what is with this guy?" because i just didn't get what was going on, for on surface level its a guy asking to hang out, but my sixth sense if just going, "do not get in that car! you do not want to get in that car! not a good idea! don't do it!" other half saying "yeah i know, but whats with this guy?" just desperately trying to understand the situation. eventually i realized, oh, he's looking for a hooker. he eventually realized i was not interested, and was not a hooker. he apologized, said "sorry if i offended you. have a good night" and drove off. i blinked and cracked up at the entire situation.
walking thru downtown i was tempted to flag down one of the many cops and double check if what i had just experienced was in fact a solicitation of a looking-for-a-hooker sort. but the more i thought about it the more i realized, yes, yes thats what it was. that of course didn't stop my imagination from wondering, well what if it was just a nice guy looking to hang out with someone. what if i could have gotten a free ride a couple blocks and made some money as well. then thinking about it realized no, he probably wouldn't have driven me straight up to thirteenth street and there probably would have been some catch to it and even though it was a cab, it could have been a hijacked cab or something. anyway, as my dad said, it gives me a story and i'm glad i got home safe. plus i now know it takes about 50 minutes to walk between the train station and my house. good middle of the night excercise to burn off the jack in the box food i had eaten earlier.
